Chapter 714: Painter with a story (6)

Nima--
Is this world too small?
Why did you meet that man again?
But even if it was cold, I didn't expect it to be an irresponsible man. Sure enough, this kind of man was all occupied by Shui Anluo's brain.
When Shui Anluo returned, Qiao Yaruan was holding and killing people from the computer and games.
"How is the fat man?" Qiao Yaruan asked as he played the game.
When Shui Anluo reached the water, he drank and said, "The situation is okay, but I don't know that President Chu can drag for a few days. I'm afraid his parents will be finished as soon as they return."
"When you encounter such a patient, you are stupid. Most people have given up long ago. Who else would think of taking his parents away." Qiao Ya Ruan Yue laughed.
After drinking the water, Shui Anluo said a hello, but the brother also said that, but she did n’t give up because she had to get the approval of Qiao Huihe, and because she gave up without effort, because she did not respect life. It is also disrespect for oneself.
"Where to eat at noon?" Shui Anluo said, looking at people who were crazy when playing games.
"Go and buy the fried Pho which is opposite, don't disturb Ai's family to play games." Qiao Yaruan said as he waved her away disgustingly.
Shui Anluo was suspected of being abandoned, but he still took up his backpack and said, "You have fun playing crazy, do you want pepper?"
"Yes, the hot one." Qiao Yaruan said, Shui Anluo had gone out.
There are many small restaurants opposite the hospital, and this one is really good, so when Suan Anluo arrives, there are still more than a dozen waiting in line. Shui Anluo can only line up in the past.
It was only when Shui Anluo lined up that they saw non-mainstream painters eating steamed buns sitting on flower beds not far away.
"Is he?" Shui Anluo thought curiously, his eyes did not leave him until he lined up to himself, Shui Anluo wanted to say two, but suddenly changed his voice to three.
Shui Anluo bought Pho and carried it.
The injured hand hangs slightly, the uninjured hand slowly eats with a hoe.
Actually, he is very elegant.
Shui Anluo stood in front of him. When the artist looked up, he handed the original Pho in his hand to him: "Please eat."
The painter froze slightly, his eyes flashing puzzled.
Shui Anluo put the lunch box on the flower bed, slightly tilted his head, and then said, "Is it enough to paint when I am full?"
The artist slightly lips his lips. "Little girl, what's your name?"
"My name is good." Shui Anluo said with a smile, then turned back to the hospital.
The artist's hand holding the was a little meal, and a picture gradually appeared in his deep eyes.
[On the Houhai Arch Bridge, the girl is standing on the bridge watching the sunset in the distance, and the boy behind her is drawing pictures for her.
Finally, the girl turned back. Her seventeen and eighteen looks, long hair fluttering, willow leaf eyebrows, glazed eyes, and a cherry small mouth.
"Are you painting me?" Said the girl, ran over, looked around the drawing board to see a back view that appeared on the drawing board, and the sunset in the distance. "You are so good." The girl exclaimed.
The boy reached out and scratched his head, somewhat shy.
"Ah, you are the kind of person who paints for others on the roadside, and then earns travel expenses to travel poorly. I am most envious of such people." The girl said excitedly.
The boy didn't answer, he just thought that this girl was so beautiful.
The girl lowered her head and took five hundred yuan from her bag. "Here, this is my painting money."
"No need to--"
The girl laughed, "I'll pay you a toll, I'm a good person." The girl laughed and ran away with the painting. 】
The artist bowed his head, looked at the lunch box on the flower bed, and felt a tear-like pain in his heart.